Hey!

I now have a working laptop charger, which means my laptop works, which means speedier internet connection, which means I can actually do stuff! YAY!
(Hyper moment there.)

I can play the first two chords of Jar of Hearts on my sister's keyboard. I don't know what the chords are, I can just play them. *Grin*

Annnyway, I'm Emily Autumn Mariah McGlashan and I'm 14 years old. 

That picture up there is me (as in, not my evil imaginary twin who sometimes pretends t be me). Taken at the park near my nan's house.

If you want to add me on Facebook/Twitter/deviantART/YouTube/NaNoWriMo (by which I mean, please add me. I like friends/followers XD), here are the links. XD
Facebook - just search for Emily McGlashan. (link won't work)
Twitter - EmTheIngle
deviantART - AutumnImmortal
YouTube - SmileAtMe97
NaNoWriMo - AutumnMay 

At 5 foot 1 and a bit, I'm shorter than most of my friends. And my younger sister (hmph). On the brighter side, I'm taller than a lot of my older family members *grin*.

Right, I have this thing with writing. I'm, like, obsessed. Whenever I get an idea, I have to write it down, to the extent that I have a plastic wallet marked "Writing related crap that never got further". On the rare occasion that I actually bother tidying my room (usually the result of needing something which I'm sure is in there), I get distracted by bits of paper with writing on that I forgot about. 
I also have many, many notepads (half of which are lost).
On Word, titles are in font size 24, subtitles are in 16 and the rest is in 12 or 11 depending (yes, I memorised it. I'm that sad).

I also have this thing with the differences in American (which is a different language to me, no matter what anyone else thinks) and English. Especially with the word "can't" (pronounced 'carnt' in English and 'cahnt' in American). I think it should always be pronounced 'carnt' because 'cahnt' (cant) has completely different meanings. (These). 
And then also the general different words used. I have an American-English translation in a word document. *GRIN* 

Now that Harry Potter is over, I don't know what I'm going to do with life. Like, eleven of my fourteen-and-almost-a-half years have been ruled by Harry Potter, and now it's over! *Despairing moment*

Normally I put up loads of lists of favourite stuff but I can't be bothered so if you wanted to know *sticks out tongue childishly*. 

Oh, but my favourite word has to be antidisestablishmentarianism. Yes, it's a real word. No, I don't know what it means. But it's fun to see people's confused faces when I say it.

Also, I used to be completely obsessed with Kelly Clarkson. I'm not any more. I've now got a bit of an obsession with Paramore. It's kind of strange, 'cause a few months ago and had no idea what Paramore was. My friend Casey was like "Do you like Paramore?" And I'm thinking "What the hell is Paramore." And I had to go Google it. But anyway, I now love Paramore. Especially Ignorance, and Brick by Boring Brick. Oh, and Monster. And I love the video for Misery Business. You get the jist.

Moooving on, my school (King Ted's) is at constant war with Tapton (school which was built right next to ours). Last time, they interrupted our game of rounders in PE by running through it. So we took "the more mature approach" (as my PE teacher put it) and went to join in theirs. But then their teacher tried to make us do 800m so we went back 'cause we're lazy.

I can be extremely dirty minded. Like I have this thing with the song Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and the line "he sees you when you're sleeping". And I completely rewrote the verses to This Old Man (he played one, he played knick knack... etc). You don't want to know what I changed it to. Oh, and since American has been a topic, I've always wanted to ask someone in America for a rubber (eraser, eraser, eraser!!!) just to see their reaction ;)

My sister, Rachel has tried to get into Protag about five times, but she really doesn't like writing so it kinda failed.

There is a lot to say about my sisters (Rachel, who's 12, and Jeana, who's 6. Rachel is less mature than Jeana). When you have sisters like mine, you know how hard it is to get waterproof eyeliner off of your arms and face. And how to avoid smothering them, even though you really want to. Or how it feels to have shaving cream up your nose. Or having red hot coffee thrown all over you. And the list goes on and on. 

I love music (not theory). I play violin at Grade 2 (which isn't really playing - still learning) but I'm going for a Grade 3 exam on Monday so that should be "fun". I hate exams, especially ones that involve third position. 
Anyway, in school during Bands Alive, me and a group of my friends created a band called Illuminations. But we don't really do anything. We just perform in school performances.  

Ummm... I try not to wear black clothes, but as most of my clothes are black it proves a bit difficult. I also try not to wear skinny jeans too much, especially on PE days, but that was destined to fail. 

I'm not particularly fond of loud,drunken parties (because I hate the taste and smell of alcohol, and drunk people CANNOT sing on karaoke, and most of them are annoying and have the memory span of a goldfish) so I'm kind of a killjoy at new year, just sitting there with my glass of lemonade, struggling to keep my eyes open.

Completely against English stereotype, I don't drink tea. I drink copious amounts of coffee instead, because I don't like tea. Ironically, I was drinking tea as I wrote this. But that's because there wasn't any sugar to put in coffee. 
I'm like that. If there's no sugar, I will drink tea, and refuse to drink coffee until there is sugar. Even though I think tea is vile.

I'm an Atheist. I have nothing against religion, I'm just not religious (even though I was christened). 

I think I'm hilarious (even though I know I'm not), and I laugh or grin at almost anything anyone says to me. Unless, of course, I'm not supposed to. 

Oh, and I live in Sheffield. It rains a lot. One hot day and everyone's in shorts, skirts, and strappy tops. And we all have the same thought pattern: it was hot yesterday. Which normally means we expect it to be hot the next day as well. It normally isn't.
English weather is something I can't avoid complaining about. it's either "Oh my God, this is so bloody typical." or "Bloody hell, why is it so hot??" 

I swear, probably more than I should. I try not to, but it just comes out. Like when I drop something, I tell it to eff off and then pick it back up again. And my phone and my laptop have probably suffered more verbal abuse from me than any inanimate object has ever suffered. (Yes, I'm strange).

Anyway, I should probably stop rambling now *smile*. If you were with me you would have stopped listening ages ago. *Grin*.